Just Talking

First Kiss (16 +)

Everyone froze. There was a second of silence. PD cleared his throat.

"I can produce the marriage certificate...."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Y/N's eyes were cold as they bored into the girl sitting across from her. This little brat was responsible for her suddenly finding herself married instead of with a tutoring job. The girl stared back at first but shifted slightly. Y/N pursed her lips while Jungkook was racking his brain, wondering what they could do. If they were going to get this man to leave his father alone they had to convince him his daughter was never going to get her boy toy...

He was so distracted Y/N's next action didn't register at first. She turned to him and grabbed his chin, turning his head to the side and angling down slightly, before tilting hers up and pressing her lips on his.

His brain short-circuited. He froze. He. Was. Being. Kissed. By a gorgeous woman. Her other hand had come up to cover their lips but looking like she was cradling his head with the tenderness of a newlywed. Jungkook felt her lips moving on his but he didn't know what to do. He'd had kisses before, in middle school, a long time ago. But those brief pecks were nothing like this passionate lip-lock. He was being kissed, by a gorgeous woman. He was being kissed....he didn't know what to do....but he knew he shouldn't pull away.

For her part, Y/N had known it would catch him off guard which was why she covered their lips from the daughter's view. If it looked awkward it would give them away. She would normally have never done anything like this but she had one mission and she was a beast in focus mode. She had a job to do, convince this man to leave her new husband alone. And then...hopefully she'd never see Jungkook again. But she needed him to kiss back. She tapped his chin with her hidden hand and, to her relief, his brain finally started firing on at least one cylinder again and he hesitantly kissed her back.

She kissed him again and again until he'd gotten his rhythm and was somewhat confidently kissing her. Then she let her hand slide up to tangle gently in his hair, careful to not ruin the work the stylist had done too much.

Jungkook was getting the hang of this, repeating "secret agent" over and over again in his head. His hand came up to stroke the back of her neck. He felt horribly embarrassed that all of this was happening in front of his boss and mentor and shocked that he was making out with the beautiful woman who had been sitting next to him. But he didn't pull away. He tried to ignore the fact that they were being watched and focus on the sensations, the softness of her lips, the slight cherry tang of her lip gloss...sometimes he had fantasies about kissing pretty women, but they were just fantasies. He'd never enact them in real life...

But Y/N wasn't done. She was going to make sure BigHit could never complain she didn't uphold her end of the deal. She slowly angled herself up out of her seat and tugged softly on Jungkook's hair, guiding his head back and giving her better access to his lips. Now that he was kissing back the kiss grew more heated and passionate and neither was sure if their racing hearts were their respective anxiety or if it was turning into something more.

The haze they were in was broken by Jungkook embarrassing himself. A soft, low moan slipped out of his throat. It wasn't loud but there was dead silence from the other people at the table so they all heard it clearly. The daughter blushed furiously.

Jungkook's face turned red and he wanted to crawl into the carpet and die. He felt so embarrassed. For her part, Y/N was resolved to keep her control. If there was one thing she wouldn't do, it was lose control like that in front of strangers. But Jungkook....she felt bad for him but she'd rather he lose it than her. And she wasn't done yet.

To the further shock of everyone at the table her leg was suddenly sliding across Jungkook's thighs. He froze, feeling her knee gently graze his lap. No, no, no...abort, abort, abort....what the hell...what the hell was she doing....he looked up pleadingly into Y/N's eyes but then....she was straddling him....she looked him dead in the eye, kissed him passionately yet again, and ground her hips on his.

"Oh my god." He had fantasized but the real thing was a whole other level. Jungkook threw his head back as a groan escaped his mouth. His hands came up of their own accord and gripped her hips, trying to pull her down onto him and pushing his hips up. He'd never had sex before but in that moment it didn't matter. All he could think about was the woman on top of him. He wanted her....he wanted her so bad....would he be enough for her....could he please her....insecurity and lust danced together in his mind.

And just like that it stopped. Y/N placed several chaste kisses on his jawline and stood up, lifting her leg back over and forcing him to let go of her hips and smoothly sitting back down in her chair. Jungkook looked like a panting mess. He couldn't process what had happened. He just knew he didn't want it to end. His pants were obviously tight and all he wanted to do was bring her back over his lap and have her finish the job. He wasn't above begging her.....

He realized everyone was staring at his discombobulated state and blushed furiously, his erection dying as he slowly comprehended what had happened and he felt embarrassment wash over him. But Y/N didn't give anyone a chance to say anything, crack any jokes or make any comments.